She was quite pleasant: I wasn't aware she wanted to strangle me when I said I needed three different sources for my son's science project, which I had to finish today for him. She knew it wasn't my fault all the books were checked out.

I appreciated her expertise at getting the copier to work not once, not twice, but three times. The giant green button that says “START” wasn’t obvious enough for me to press it, but the librarian had the magic touch!

He was handsome and dashing as he pulled three movies each for Me, my husband, all twelve of my screaming children, my father, my paternal grandmother, my husbands paternal grandmother, and our cat, lucifer. That he managed to be dextrous enough to do this one handed, whilst feilding questions of other patrons who could not wait their turn, and flashingly to the beat of me drumming my nails impatiently on the desk. THat he managed to keep the rage down as we then tuned in all of our movies we had out, plus another 51 movies from our various relatives,even though we came in 2 minutes before closing was stupendeously impressive. My only complaint is that he didn't check out the one movie to my cousin carl, who had snuck in in the hullabaloo and found a movie. So what if we were there 15 MIN AFTER CLOSING. The patron is ALWAYS RIGHT! I think you should fire him.